Down the street from us lived a widowed man. He hired me from time to time to help clean up his yard, run errands. My parents were out of town and after I had mowed and cleaned up his yard he told me to wash up and stay for dinner. He heated up a couple of tv dinners he had. He asked me how it was that I didn't have a girlfriend. I told him that girls made me mad. He asked me if I had ever had a boyfriend then. He caught me. You can be my boyfriend he said. I got kissed.
He saw something in you that you weren't ready to name, and used that moment when you were most alone and unsure. What happened wasn't about you being caught or found out — it was about him crossing a line with someone too young to have those choices taken from them. That confusion you felt then doesn't define who you are now.
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